RICHIE'S POV:
She was all I could think about.
Her.
The freckles that danced upon her skin.
Her eyes that made it look like i was staring into an angel's.
The love that I felt for her.
The butterflies that came each-
-
Then the idea came.
I grabbed a pen and a piece of lined paper from the desk beside my bed and sat for a moment thinking.
Praying that somehow the words would come to me.
And then the ink hit the paper.
' Y/n,
I choose you. I will always choose you.
After that maths class, after the detention, after everything. I choose you.
I fell in love with you because, well, you loved me when i couldn't love myself.
I miss the sound of your voice.
I miss the way you smile.
I miss the way you make me feel.
Alive. Known.
Loved.'
Then the next words stumbled my mind.
I had to end it with something.
Something that would prove to her how i felt.
'If i know what love is, it's because you exist. Because... I love you.
Trashmouth.'
{hope this is okay for now <3 i'm back and will be continuing this book!}